Pretty Poem

I want to make a nice poem just for a change
One that is not freakish, all twisted and deranged
I would like to produce good literature
that seems to be fully mature
Something written that sounds quite professional
Not one filled with all of my dark confessionals

I wanna make a pretty thing
That makes everyone smile
But for this so very long while
All I ever accomplish in writing is simply vile
I always work my hardest to try to impress
But all that really happens is that I make you depressed

I would love to write nicely about unicorns and faeries
Bright colours, and sunshine, and freshly ripened cherries
But I can't shake that rainbows need rain to grow
All I can seem to be is as cold as fallen snow
My dark and gloomy brain won't let me say
That all I really wish for is to laugh today

So I share my whiny stories because that's all that I can
When it comes to getting happy, I need a better plan
My cheeriness always plots to run away
The mirth wouldn't remain if I begged it to stay
So maybe someday I can finally write happily
If I can stop this damned angst from getting the best of me